#summer 1915

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Bloomsbury group, July 1915: Lady Ottoline Morrell; Maria Huxley (née Nys); Lytton Strachey; Duncan Grant; Vanessa Bell

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View of guests on veranda at Pike's Summer Tavern in Topinabee, Michigan. Printed on front: "Veranda at Pike's Summer Tavern, Topinabee, Mich." Printed on back: "Post cards of quality. The Albertype Co., Brooklyn, N.Y." Handwritten on back: "Dear Marion, I cannot find the big silver Reeds spoon. I have even searched the garbage hole. Thought perhaps you might have put it away for safe keeping. The story of the big fish is not overdrawn. I watched the fight for five hours & it was exciting. Only came in when night came on. The men had it hooked for 30 hours & only gave up when [undecipherable]. With love." Card is postmarked August 5, 1915.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[namachuki]

Iridescent

[rabbitcruiser]

Miami Beach was incorporated on March 26, 1915.

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[sigmastolen]

Knoxville: Summer of 1915, Op. 24 | Samuel Barber, text by James Agee

Karina Gauvin, soprano; Royal Scottish National Orchestra; Marin Alsop, conductor

[the-cricket-chirps]

Tom Thomson

Summer Day

Summer 1915

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I did it again (my other edits here)

1. Godward’s A Fair Reflection (1915) and Waterhouse’s The Soul of the Rose (1908)

2. Frank Cadogan Cowper’s Damsel of the Lake (1924) kissing the lady in Auguste Toulmouche’s The Kiss (c.1870)

3. Waterhouse’s A Song of Springtime (1913) and Auguste Toulmouche’s Woman and Roses (1879)

4. Evelyn De Morgan’s Ariadne in Naxos (1877) with Waterhouse’s Sweet Summer (1912)

5. A woman from Charles Perugini’s Dolce Far Niente (1882) about to wake up Victor Gilbert’s Sleeping Beauty (date unknown)

please reblog if you save! (except terfs, “gender critical” radfems and general transphobes, y’all can block me please)

[petaltexturedskies]

Summer is a fairy who, in three or four days, turns nature green again.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 23 May 1915 featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

[marzipanandminutiae]

I don't know why people are suddenly so weird about body hair. I live in Germany and when my mom went to school one girl in her class went to the USA on summer vacation. When she came home she told everyone "Did you know American girls shave their armpits? That's so weird!" and everyone agreed that it's weird. That was in the 70s. I was born in the early 90s and when I became a teenager mandatory shaving was still kinda new. I hope people become more normal about hair again. It's completely natural and in my opinion pretty too

Yeah the individual country differences are also interesting. I know there's the famous "is it true that French babes don't shave their pits?" exchange in Home Alone, and that was in the 1990s. I think the first Milady Decollete ads that are often cited as the beginning of mainstream post-Roman body hair removal for women, c. 1915-17, were exclusively run in the US. Though Britain picked up on it not long after, as I understand. And like I said, even within the US I've read nonjudgmental descriptions of women's armpit hair in literature as late as the mid-1920s. So it was far from a done deal, culturally, when those first ads ran.

I'm solidly neutral on the look of it, myself. I don't think it looks good or bad in particular; I'm not turned on or turned off by it. It's not one of the main things I notice about a woman, physically, when evaluating if I'm attracted to her or not. But I do think it's so weird that it's been arbitrarily declared Ugly and Gross for JUST WOMEN and we have to put all this effort into removing it whether we want to or not.

(If you want to, great! I know a lot of people do for sensory or personal aesthetic reasons! But others either actively don't want to or just don't care and find it a hassle, and they shouldn't have to.)

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Mousetrapped Weekend Filler #1: The Winkler Street Orphans, Summer 1915

Sorry, weekends are when I recover and work on comics for the next week, but I will try to post production art.

[classicalcanvas]

Title: Summer Day

Artist: Tom Thomson

Date: 1915

Style: Art Nouveau

Genre: Landscape

[rabbitcruiser]

The Dinosaur National Monument was declared a national monument on October 4, 1915.

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Herman Newcrest (1840-1915), 1885

Photo courtesy of The San Myshuno Historical Society

"My brothers and sisters, our bravery and our determination has led us to a place befitting of a community. We stand upon acres of rich, nourishing soil, a harvest that will sustain our children, and their children, and their children, and so on. These trees will provide protection from Winter's cold breath and Summer's unrelenting anger. The beasts that roam this area supply us with not only food, but opportunities to trade with our neighbors. And the fish! Beautiful bass, perch, walleye, and trout!

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So tell them folks in San Myshuno about this place. Tell them of these words that I have spoken to you. Let them come, like fish to bait. We will await our brethren with acceptance and comfort, just as this land has done for us."

-Herman Newcrest, speech recorded by an unknown settler.

A group of San Myshuno natives left their home and discovered lands covered in rolling hills, farming fields and orchards, and watering holes for fishing. Their leader, a fisherman named Herman Newcrest, declared that this land would sustain their people for generations to come and was also the best place for fishing. He was courageous, respected by all, and also known to be a little long-winded.

With the coming of the railroad through the area, a post office was built and the area was then named Newcrest after their angler leader.

Newcrest was founded in 1890.

[mimi-0007]

Lucy Diggs Slowe (July 4, 1885 – October 21, 1937) was an American educator and athlete, and the first Black woman to serve as Dean of Women at any American university. She was a founder of Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority, the first sorority founded by African-American women.

Slowe was a tennis champion, winning the national title of the American Tennis Association's first tournament in 1917, the first African-American woman to win a major sports title. In 1922, Slowe was appointed the first Dean of Women at Howard University. She continued in that role for 15 years until her death. In addition, Slowe created and led two professional associations to support college administrators.

Lucy Diggs Slowe was born in Berryville, Virginia to Henry Slowe and Fannie Potter Slowe. While various sources put her birth year as 1885,[3][4] others have said 1883. She was one of seven children. Her father's occupation has been reported as a hotel operator, restaurant proprietor and farmer. He died before Lucy turned one and her mother died shortly after. Following her mother's death, Lucy and her sister Charlotte were raised by her aunt Martha Price in Lexington, Virginia. At thirteen, Lucy and her family moved to Baltimore, Maryland, where she attended the Baltimore Colored High and Training School. She graduated second in her class in 1904, receiving one of the two-sponsored scholarships to Howard from the Baltimore City School Board.

Slowe was the first person from her school to attend Howard University, the top historically black college in the nation, at a time when only 1/3 of 1% of African Americans and 5% of whites of eligible age attended any college.

After graduation in 1908, Slowe returned to Baltimore to teach English in high school. During the summers, she started studying at Columbia University in New York, where she earned her Masters of Arts degree in 1915.

[jewish-vents]

I’m Jewish through my dad but I wasn’t raised in the community(i learned what Purim was two weeks ago, i was fully not in it), so when I got to college last august I decided to really dive in and it’s been a beautiful sort of homecoming for me. I joined SAEPi and got into Chabbad leadership at my campus, and I’m almost at the point where I can do the Chabbad Shabbat prayers before and after dinner without stumbling over my words. Gonna surprise my grandma if I see her in the summer. Anyways.

When October 7th happened it was a shock to my system, because I was a baby Jew barely getting my feet. My parents never mentioned antisemitism to me as something that could affect me in the future, it was always a thing of the past. But I was right there standing in the doorway between jew-ish and Jewish, and it pushed me over the edge. I had many friends with family in Israel. I had a couple friends whose friends died in the attack. Everyone in that group was my family. It felt personal.

When the march in dc happened I went with one of my friends, and it was sad, but amazing to see in person how strong we are. In the plane terminal on the way home he and I got cornered and called baby killers, among other things, because he was wearing a kippa and his Israeli first responder coat. That was my first time experiencing antisemitism and it was terrifying, even though I didn’t get hurt. It was terrifying even though my friend was built like a tank and would’ve protected me. It was terrifying just to sit in the train car with him and watch a woman stare at him with wide eyes like he was some kind of criminal. I stepped closer to him as if to remind her he’s human. I stared back at her with just as much fear and watched her snap out of it, confused.

Last week was holocaust awareness week at my college, and one of the things I did was spend a couple hours in the plaza reading the names of people that died. I found 34 Feldmans and Fotts. I found family names, Chana and Fayge and Jeshua and Sophia Feldman one after the other, and still am wondering if that was part of my family that didn’t make it to the US in time.

I called my grandma and asked for everything she could remember about her family lineage and how we got here, everything she had from that part of her life. I thought that there would be plenty to lean into, family recipes and heirlooms and stories, but there was barely anything. She has a Star of David necklace and a ton of repressed memories, next to nothing else. The recipes I could find were through my great aunt, some short instructions from my great grandmother on the back of a letter she sent to the aunt about what to ask for from a kosher butcher.

My family made it here in 1915 and 1921, they escaped before the holocaust, but they still weren’t untouched because of the ways they were ostracized and othered when they got here. My grandmother will barely admit she’s Jewish because none of her kids passed it on, it’s easier for her to let it go. I didn’t understand this until I realized that one couldn’t be hurt by the grief and pain of a family they aren’t part of.

Even those that survive are not left unscarred.

How could this not be personal? How could it not be generationally affective when it’s pushed so many to minimize their Jewishness out of self preservation? Raise their kids thinking they aren’t Jewish and hope their names never end up on a list of living or dead Jews? People still don’t see us as human. the antisemites still want to scar us. They want us to forget who we are.

It’s unreal to me when goyim act like American Jews in the current day are unaffected by the past and safe from antisemitism. I’ve been here less than a year and have been screamed at in an airport, have uncovered serious intergenerational trauma, and realized that of my Jewish family I have nothing to hold on to but a torn in half piece of paper with a sentence long tangent about brisket.

We are strong and we will outlive them, but god are we still fucking fighting for our lives.

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